Take Care Of Him.

A poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

"Thou whom I love, for whom I died,
Lovest thou Me, My bride?" -
Low on my knees I love Thee, Lord,
Believed in and adored.

"That I love thee the proof is plain:
How dost thou love again?" -
In prayer, in toil, in earthly loss,
In a long-carried cross.

"Yea, thou dost love: yet one adept
Brings more for Me to accept." -
I mould my will to match with Thine,
My wishes I resign.

"Thou givest much: then give the whole
For solace of My soul." -
More would I give, if I could get:
But, Lord, what lack I yet?

"In Me thou lovest Me: I call
Thee to love Me in all." -
Brim full my heart, dear Lord, that so
My love may overflow.

"Love Me in sinners and in saints,
In each who needs or faints." -
Lord, I will love Thee as I can
In every brother man.

"All sore, all crippled, all who ache,
Tend all for My dear sake." -
All for Thy sake, Lord: I will see
In every sufferer, Thee.

"So I at last, upon My Throne
Of glory, Judge alone,
So I at last will say to thee:
Thou diddest it to Me."

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